#Chapter89
/"How do I look?/" I ask as I exit my closet and enter my bedroom where Hunter is currently laying in my bed
I have spent the last two hours getting ready for my date with Wesley.
I was originally planning on rebelling and wearing normal clothes to this bogus date with Wesley.
Eventually I rethought that decision when I remembered that there are going to be paparazzi following me.
I spent an hour alone mentally fighting with myself on whether I want to show some skin or not.
My instinct says 'definitely not', but my head says 'fuck it'.
I have not showed skin in quite literally years.
All because of a comment my own manager made about my body.
As the days go on I realize that most of what she says is quite literally complete bullshit.
I made the last minute decision to wear a designer dress that was gifted to me when I did a campaign for their brand.
